I go where I know

I go where I know, when lose my way, my internal compassion points, and I walk until the compass spins.

I've known two places longer than I'll ever know myself, better than I'll ever know myself.

The other

the wild of the wind,

the tender teasing of the trees,

The world outisde of the four walls inside of four walls,

The natural flow around,

No matter how disturbed the earth

Small pieces will remain

And there you'll see me

Standing in the last places

Where the wind remains wild

The trees tease.

The compass stops

The other,

is no where anyone but myself can go,

I sink deep into this mud,

eons are spent here

the madness suffocates,

keeping trespassers as a monument

fall through to a land that has no meaning for anyone else,

Only I can read the stories in the dirt.

Only I know the mountains and their stories,

I've sat myself here day after day, hour after hour building and building and building.

Breaking breaking Breaking

The compass spins

I'll know two places better than anything.

The compass burns in my pocket.